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I can see why every woman I have ever loved stops loving me. I have nothing to offer anyone else. I'm a 36 year old failed artist. I don't have any savings. I don't have a house anymore and will likely never be able to afford one again. I can't provide the life it would take to make someone else happy. I can hardly even buy food for myself.
I try so hard to make them happy with the only thing I have to give, my love but it has been proven to me time and again that it is clearly a fairly worthless commodity....


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